The Grand Secretary’s Pampered Wife

Chapter 293 The First Auxiliary Favors (One More)

Yueluo Mountain is not too far from the capital, and it is ten miles southeast of the South Gate.

The Library Pavilion is a courtyard with two entrances, and there are only two study rooms for the real collection of books—the east wing and the west wing.

The owner of this house is not very fond of studying. The books are placed in a mess, and there are no categories. There are bamboo slips and paper books. The order is all out of order, and many are eaten by termites.

However, these ancient books are of great significance to the study of historiography. What they have to do is to sort them out according to different dynasties and ages, and make up for the missing or damaged places as much as possible, and mark those that cannot be made up. Go back and ask the doctor of the Five Classics of the Hanlin Academy and the bachelor of the Hanlin Academy for advice.

There are four editors and two editors who came to the library this time. Yang Xiuzhuan thought that there were enough people, after all, there were only two study rooms.

But when he entered the house, he was completely dumbfounded.

Is this really a library?

Are you sure it's not a utility room?

The bookshelves and cabinets were crooked, and the books were scattered all over the floor. The former servants probably cleaned up and packed some in baskets, but they were illiterate and packed in a mess.

Yang Xiuzhuan was devastated, he just hated that he didn't bring a few more people here!

King An also had a headache. The bachelor of the Hanlin Academy reminded him that the task might be a bit heavy, but he did not expect it to be so heavy.

He supported his forehead and sighed: "Master Yang, let's move all the books out first and clean up the inside."

"Yes, yes, what Yu Heng said is very true!" Yang Xiuzhuan always kept in touch, with a smile on his face, and hurriedly responded.

He turned his head to Xiao Liulang, his smile instantly turned cold, "What are you doing with a pestle? Why don't you hurry up and move the book!"

Xiao Liulang and an editor surnamed Cen went to the Westinghouse. The Westinghouse was not facing well enough. In the afternoon, the sun was in the west, and the weather was sultry. It was like a steamer.

The cooler East Wing was naturally given to Yang Xiuzhuan himself and Anjun Wang, Yang Xiuzhuan would not let Anjun Wang tired, he mainly directed another Xiuzhuan and an editor to do it.

King Anjun is going to move the basket.

Yang Xiuzhuan stopped him and said with a smile, "Just let them go, Yuheng, go outside and read books."

It is relatively easy to display books, just put the books that you have brought out one by one on the stool in the corridor, on the stone table in the yard or on the ground.

Prince An did not deliberately act as a sensible junior. People are different from each other. He was born above others, and he has paid a huge price for it.

People who didn't come from Jin and Gui didn't have to leave their hometown and go to the enemy country as a hostage like him at the age of eight.

So there is nothing to push.

The Prince of Anjun accepted Yang Xiuzhuan's arrangement as it should.

Yang Xiuzhuan was mainly directing on the spot, and occasionally helped the King of Anjun to post his books.

Xiao Liulang had inconvenience in his legs and feet, so he moved slower.

Cen Bianxiu, who was assigned to the same room with him, was a sage three years ago. When the hall was closed this year, he was admitted to the Hanlin Academy as an editor. Speaking of which, he was also a newcomer, only three years older than Xiao Liulang, Anjun Wang, and Ning Zhiyuan. A few months earlier.

Of course he knew that Xiao Liulang was the new champion, but this champion seemed to have offended the second place, and even the third flower, Ning Zhiyuan, was more comfortable than him.

Cen Bianxiu curled his lips angrily: "I'm so unlucky, why did I share a room with you!"

Xiao Liulang didn't speak, and silently picked up the books on the ground and put them in a basket.

A few people worked on it all afternoon, and even King An, who was only in charge of drying the books, felt a backache. But now, they have only completed half of the work-the books have been moved out, and they haven't been sorted yet. go in.

"You two, clean the house first!" Yang Xiuzhuan directed Xiao Liulang and Cen Bianxiu, "You clean the east room, you clean the west room."

Cen Bianxiu didn't dare to refuse. Of the two rooms, he chose the relatively cool East Room.

Xiao Liulang did not fight with him.

Instead of being grateful, Cen Bianxiu sneered at Xiao Liulang: "If I hadn't been in the same room with you, I wouldn't be so unlucky!"

This is a bit over.

After all, Xiao Liulang is from the sixth grade, and his official position is higher than him. Today, whether Xiao Liulang comes or not, he is indispensable for the dirtiest and most tiring work.

After all, the same is from the seventh grade editor, and the golden prince Anjun can't be allowed to do it.

Does the King of Anjun rare have a sesame official from the seventh grade? It's not that the Zhuang family has ancestors and grandchildren - all Zhuang family's children must be admitted to officialdom through scientific examinations, and they are not allowed to shadow officials.

Cen Bianxiu didn't have the guts to complain about Prince An, so he vented his anger on Xiao Liulang, who was always wearing small shoes.

Xiao Liulang was too lazy to care about him, and took the broom to clean the western study.

The west study is bigger and more cluttered than the east study, so he first straightened the bookcases and shelves.

He is much stronger now than he was a year ago. If he was still the sick young man who fainted from hunger at the time, he would not be able to support these bookshelves.

The boy's body faintly exudes vigorous masculinity, the cuffs are gently rolled up, the texture on the forearm is firm and well-defined, and the sweat drips down the delicate chin.

Prince An rested outside and glanced at the Westinghouse window inadvertently.

Rao was a man, and he was almost dazzled at that moment.

After Xiao Liulang cleaned the Westinghouse, he unexpectedly discovered that the house actually had an attic, and the ladder was behind the last row of bookshelves.

He wiped the ladder and looked at it. There were also books in the attic, but probably because it was too secretive, no one moved here. Except for the dust, it wasn't too messy.

Xiao Liulang decided to move the book in first, and then clean up the attic later.

"Move the book in, it's going to rain." Xiao Liulang went out and said to a few people.

Prince An looked at the gloomy sky and frowned. Why didn't he notice it just now? He also spread the books so open that it was troublesome to put them away.

"Then clean up quickly," he said.

However, Xiao Liulang's west house was cleaned, but Cen's east house was only half cleaned.

"How did you do it? You haven't finished cleaning up such a small house yet!" Yang Xiuzhuan scolded Cen Bianxiu, and then said to Xiao Liulang, "Go and help him get it!"

They used to have two coachmen, but the roof leaked, and the coachmen went to repair the roof, and now they have no time to spare.

Xiao Liulang went to the East House.

Cen Bianxiu glared at him indignantly: "Did you do it on purpose? You deliberately made me embarrassed in front of Lord Yang!"

What's the matter with Xiao Liulang?

Xiao Liulang works fast because he doesn't only study like most scholars. At home, Gu Jiao doesn't allow him to do the heavy work, and he doesn't do anything less.

Is this also his fault?

Xiao Liulang said indifferently: "Use your tantrums on the sweeping, the East House has been cleaned up long ago."

"You..." Cen Bianxiu choked hard.

After the east room was cleaned up, a few people moved the books in. Just after the last basket was moved, a light rain fell in the sky.

At this time, the roof was also repaired.

Several people breathed a sigh of relief, and then they began to organize and summarize the books.

At this point, Yang Xiuzhuan didn't bully anyone anymore. He worked with King An and another Xiuzhuan to sort out the books in the East Room, Xiao Liulang, Cen Jiexiu, and another Xiuzhuan to sort out the books in the Westinghouse.

The rain is getting heavier, the summer heat is washed away, the temperature has dropped, and the Westinghouse is not so hot.

Several people bury their heads in work, and all do it very seriously.

Xiao Liulang is a newcomer, and the task assigned is not heavy. After finishing the two rows of bookshelves in front of him, he remembered the attic above.

He took the rag and oil lamp and stepped on the ladder to the attic.

The books in the attic looked uncluttered, but upon closer inspection, the categories were all wrong.

He hung up the oil lamps, cleaned up the dust first, and then sorted the books into categories.

There is no pen and paper tool in the attic. If there is any damage, he will put it aside and repair it later.

He was so invested that he didn't notice that it was getting late.

When he was alerted by a burst of low back pain and decided to go down for a walk, he realized that the room was already pitch black.

Drizzle outside the house.

He walked in the silent room with the oil lamp in hand.

"anyone there?"

he asks.

What answered him was the sound of dense rain.

Xiao Liulang walked around the yard with the oil lamp, and finally determined that everyone had left, and the door to the front yard was locked.

Xiao Liulang went to the back door again, no accident, the back door was also locked.

Although there is no gold or silver here, in the end, I am worried that some thieves will come in and destroy the ancient books in the study, so they will be locked from the outside when they leave.

On the way here, Xiao Liulang observed the terrain. This house is at the foot of Yueluo Mountain, and the nearest family is a tea shed about a mile away.

And the tea shed only does business during the day, and they go back to the village at night.

"It looks like I can't go back tonight."

Xiao Liulang looked at the pattering rain, something flashed in his mind, frowned, sighed, and turned around to step into the corridor.

The house has been occupied for a long time, so naturally there is nothing to eat. Fortunately, Ning Zhiyuan gave him a bowl of Yangchun noodles at noon, and he is not hungry yet.

His oil lamp is running out.

He went to the East Room and brought the oil lamp over there.

Idle is also idle, Xiao Liulang simply began to organize books.

Due to the heavy workload, they have only sorted out less than one-third, and have not yet begun to repair the damaged ancient books.

It was less than a month since Xiao Liulang came to the Hanlin Academy. His knowledge of history is actually due to Feng Lao. There are many history books in the library Feng Lao left him.

"Huizong rode on his horse and arrived at Yanbeiguan, intending to cross the Yanshui..."

This passage Xiao Liulang was fortunate to read in Feng Lao's books, and it was about the expedition of the second emperor of the previous dynasty, Wen Huizong.

The weather was bad that day, and it was not advisable to cross the river.

Wen Huizong did not listen to the advice and insisted on going. Fortunately, a fisherwoman risked her life to stop him. In the second half of the night, the rain poured, the Yanshui suddenly rose, and the vortex continued. Wen Huizong felt that he and the soldiers of the three armies had escaped doom.

After returning, Wen Huizong resolutely conferred the fisherwoman as his concubine despite the objections of the courtiers.

This is a well-known story, but the ending of the fisher girl is not lucky.

The three thousand beauties in the harem only saw the new people laugh, but did not hear the old people cry.

The fisher girl has never seen the emperor since the third year she entered the palace. She grew old in the deep palace, and left a poem "Yanbei Fu" before her death, complaining about her half-life loneliness.

What is missing here happens to be the "Yanbei Fu".

Xiao Liulang picked up the pen and filled the Yanbei Fu.

the next day.

A servant who was guarding the house came to the house.

He was watching the house for the original owner, and he only came here every three or five days. It rained last night, and he was worried that the roof would leak again, so he came to take a look.

He went to the east study room first, but as soon as he entered, he saw a person lying on the desk and fell to the ground in fright: "Ghost—"

No wonder he took the other party as a ghost, the door is locked, who can come in except the ghost!

Xiao Liulang was awakened by his cry, and the head on his arm slowly lifted up.

It was an impeccably perfect face despite the indentation.

The next person froze for a while.

This, where is the ghost? Clearly a fairy!

And... the house is clean, isn't it immortal magic?

Although people from the imperial court may come to sort it out, he clearly came here yesterday morning. How could those high-ranking officials with fine skin and tender meat tidy it up?

Xiao Liulang finished arranging the books in the Westinghouse last night. Seeing that it was still light, he also tidyed up the books in the Easthouse. He slept when it was almost dawn.

"What time is it?" Xiao Liulang sat up straight, straightened the front of his clothes, and asked calmly.

The servant said in a daze: "Chen, Chen Shi three quarters."

Xiao Liulang frowned: "It's so late."

The Hanlin Academy is on the clock.

Xiao Liulang looked at him: "May I ask if there is a carriage nearby?"

The servant said: "Yes, the tea shed has it, Xian... uh... does the young master want a carriage?"

Xiao Liulang opened his purse and handed him a silver naked child: "Please help me hire a carriage."

"Okay!" The servant stepped forward, took the silver naked child with both hands, and went out to hire a carriage for Xiao Liulang.

Xiao Liulang stood up and planned to go to the backyard to get some water to wash up.

When the next person turned his head, he happened to see Xiao Liulang coming out of the east room with a cane.

He was stunned: "Ah..."

Xiao Liulang took a carriage back to the capital.

He was not the only one in the carriage, and there were two other merchants who were going to the capital. They hired the carriage first, so they had to send them first.

And the place they went to was not far from the Hanlin Academy, Xiao Liulang simply went directly to the Hanlin Academy.

As soon as he entered the Hanlin, Ning Zhiyuan hurriedly walked over: "Liulang, what are you doing? You came to the Hanlin so late! You don't know that you need to be remembered for being late? Just now, Yang Xiuzhuan made a big fire! He's out now!"

Xiao Liulang said: "I didn't do it on purpose. They didn't call me when they came back last night... Wait, do you think Yang Xiuchuan is angry?"

Ning Zhiyuan said: "Yeah, what happened to him when he said that you are? Is it amazing because you are the champion of the new division... Oh, what did you just say and didn't call you when you came back?"

Xiao Liulang was about to answer when Cen Bianxiu came out of the office with a few books in his arms, and when he saw Xiao Liulang, his steps stopped.

After that, his eyes flashed, and he lowered his eyes in a guilty conscience, and walked past Xiao Liulang as if he hadn't seen it.

Ning Zhiyuan was not familiar with Cen Bianxiu, and he did not know that he had had an affair with Xiao Liulang. He did not notice his strangeness, but he was aware of Xiao Liulang's gaze that had been falling on Cen Bianxiu.

"Luo Lang, what's wrong with you?" Ning Zhiyuan asked.

"It's nothing." Xiao Liulang retracted his gaze and said to Ning Zhiyuan, "Go and do your work."

There are a lot of people here, Xiao Liulang is so crowded out, and Ning Zhiyuan doesn't dare to come too close to him openly.

It's not easy for him to get to where he is today.

Everyone has their own rules of survival. Xiao Liulang would rather bend than bend, but he would rather be able to bend, but he will keep his bottom line in his heart.

After Ning Zhiyuan left, Xiao Liulang also returned to his office.

However, Cen Bianxiu quietly opened the door of his room, stuck his head out, and looked at Xiao Liulang's office.

There were so many people yesterday, and it stands to reason that Xiao Liulang would not suspect himself for no reason.

But once he did something wrong, he would easily feel guilty, which made him feel that Xiao Liulang would rush over to question him in the next second.

In fact, Yang Xiuzhuan asked Xiao Liulang last night. At that time, everyone was tired all afternoon and night, and they couldn't wait to move their fingers.

Yang Xiuzhuan, Anjun Wang and Lu Xiuzhuan got into the carriage in front, and he shared a carriage with Xiao Liulang and Wang Xiuzhuan.

Yang Xiuzhuan's carriage left first, and before leaving, Yang Xiuzhuan asked him to call Xiao Liulang.

He obliged.

He knew that Xiao Liulang was in the attic.

He didn't call.

Wang Xiuzhuan thought that Xiao Liulang went to Yang Xiuzhuan's side, so he didn't ask any more questions.

He didn't think too much at the time, he just wanted to teach Xiao Liulang a lesson, who made him suffer his own bad luck.

But this morning, Yang Xiuzhuan made a big fire. He was afraid that if he turned back to Yang Xiuzhuan and confronted Xiao Liulang, he would be exposed.

Forget it, the big deal is that Xiao Liulang is hiding in the attic, and he didn't see it, thinking that Xiao Liulang left ahead of schedule!

In order to make this statement more convincing, he went to Wang Xiuzhuan's side and asked the other party, "Wang Xiuzhuan, do you remember that Xiao Liulang was gone early yesterday afternoon?"

Wang Xiuzhuan was stunned: "Is he not there? I didn't pay attention."

Cen Bianxiu said, "I noticed, he left after working for a while."

Wang Xiuzhuan thought about it carefully, and it seemed that he had never seen Xiao Liulang again after the sky darkened.

Xiao Liulang didn't see Yang Xiuzhuan until the scattered value.

Xiao Liulang left the Imperial Academy.

Kong Mu, who was in charge of Dianmao, suddenly stopped Xiao Liulang and said to him: "Your family came here last night and said it was your wife. She asked you where you were. I said you went with Yang Xiuzhuan to work outside the city."

Xiao Liulang nodded: "Thank you."

Yang Xiuzhuan didn't finish sorting those books last night, and he rushed over after finishing the official business at hand early in the morning. He and Xiao Liulang did not go the same way, and missed it perfectly.

But when Yang Xiuzhuan arrived at the library, he found that last night's mess had already been cleaned up.

"This..." Yang Xiuzhuan was at a loss, "What's the situation? Who did it? Or did I squint in the car for a while yesterday, and how many of them finished?"

Yang Xiuzhuan picked out a few baskets of important books and shipped them back to the Hanlin Academy.

Han Xueshi greatly appreciated it after seeing it: "Yes, things are done well!"

Several doctors of the Five Classics also browsed those books. These books are all very important documents and are of great value to the study of history, especially the paragraph about the former emperor Wen Huizong, which cannot be found in the library of the Hanlin Academy. full version.

Han Xueshi picked out a few copies and sent them to the cabinet, so that they would also look at them to see if there were any mistakes.

Yuan Shoufu happened to be there.

He focused on the song "Yanbei Fu".

This poem has been lost for hundreds of years, and many great Confucians have tried to restore it throughout their lives. Even he has tried it, but he has referenced all the literature and only restored the first paragraph.

He thought that the text was at most five hundred words, but he didn't expect it to be more than a thousand words.

"How much effort does this take..." Yuan Shoufu seemed to be looking at a rare treasure, and even lightened his movements.

Han Xueshi couldn't tell whether it was repaired by the few of them or the former owner of the library. After all, the books there have been repaired, and some of them are even new.

Yuan Shoufu could see that it was handwriting within three days.

Han Xueshi thought about it and said, "Then it must be Prince An. I heard from Yang Xiu's writing that this time is really thanks to him. If it weren't for him, this time would not have been so smooth."

Among the people accompanying him, Yang Xiuzhuan only focused on Prince An, and did not mention Xiao Liulang at all.

Yuan Shoufu paused: "You are talking about... but the grandson of Mrs. Zhuang's family? That county king who is only eighteen years old?"

Han Xueshi nodded: "Yes, that's him. Although he is noble as the king of the county, he has never considered himself a prince when he came to the Hanlin Academy. He worked tirelessly to sort out these books yesterday, and he never complained."

Yuan Shoufu pondered for a moment, then stroked his beard: "Zhuang Taifu has a good grandson." After a pause, he said, "Can these books be left here for the old man to appreciate for a few days?"

Han Xueshi cupped his hands and smiled and said, "Master Shoufu can watch as long as you want, don't worry."

Han Xueshi brought the book here for Yuan Shoufu to appreciate. He didn't like to see him for nothing.

What an honor to be favored by Yuan Shoufu.

Don't look at Yuan Shoufu as being as fond of power as Master Zhuang, but his influence in the court is by no means something that Master Zhuang can suppress.

Mrs. Zhuang would rather offend Marquis Xuanping than offend Yuan Shoufu.

In the same way, Xuanping Hou Manchu civil and military have been attacked, and only Yuan Shoufu has not been attacked.

This is a three-dynasty elder who is above the vortex of power. He has assisted three emperors. Even Empress Dowager Zhuang will drop a sedan chair for him when she sees him.